What A Wonderful Life I've

The Word 'pure' Has Never Revealed An Intelligent Meaning To Me. I Can Only Use The Word To Quench An Optical Thirst For Purity In The Transparencies That Evoke It - In Bubbles, In A Volume Of Water, And In The Imaginary Latitudes Entrenched, Beyond Reach, At The Very Center Of A Dense Crystal.

I Did Not Look For Her, Because I Was Afraid Of Dispelling The Mystery We Attach To People Whom We Know Only Casually.

I Want Nothing From Love, In Short, But Love.

When She Raises Her Eyelids It's As If She Were Taking Off All Her Clothes.

A Woman Who Thinks She Is Intelligent Demands The Same Rights As Man. An Intelligent Woman Gives Up.